“Our plans? All of our plans?” he croaks.
I nod and he pales even more. “Why? Why would you dream of that with him?”
“I don’t know. I am more concerned with who has this power of over me.”
“You are sure someone is forcing you to dream this?”
“Cade is. That is what he is researching. Help me up.” I hold out my hand. He takes my hand and helps me stand.
“Aefre. This is worrying. And it makes no sense.”
“I know. Believe me, I can’t think of any reason why someone or something would want me to…” I trail off, staring into the corner of the hallway in horror.
“Aefre?”
“Liv?”
“What are you looking at?”
I raise my finger and point. “Don’t you see him?”
“Who?” CK asks, looking.
“Lance,” I say and sink back to the floor.
“What? He’s here? That’s impossible, Aefre. You killed him. We saw him die. The three of us.”
“I saw him, he was here. Standing there,” I say in shock.
“No, my love. He wasn’t. We didn’t see him,” he says, looking at Cade and Nico for confirmation. They shake their heads.
“Am I losing my mind?” I ask of no one in particular. “I am, aren’t I?”
“No,” Cade says firmly. “There is something at work here making you think you are. I will find out what,” he says, determined.
CK picks me up and cradles me in his arms. “We will find out what is going on. Nico ask Serena to look through the old Council archives. There may be something in there we can go on.” Nico nods and goes off to call whoever this Serena is.
“Can you protect her?” CK asks Cade.
“No, my magick doesn’t work on her. Just keep the candles burning when she is asleep,” Cade replies.
“You can put me down now,” I say to CK. “I’m fine.”
“No, you are not.”
I struggle in his arms. “Put me down.” He does as I ask but keeps a firm hold on me.
“Can we just go back to what we were doing? Why was I coming this way? Were we going somewhere?” I ask, still not remembering what I was doing here.
“You still don’t remember why you were out here?”
“No.”
“Oh, well I was taking you to see the erm, room, down in the right wing,” he says a bit forced and I stare at him in suspicion.
“What room?”
“The room, we have our plans for,” he says cryptically.